Technology has taken over my love life; I am tweeting my feelings and updating my emotions. Expressions of love, hate, peace, sorrow, happiness, have been replaced with emojis, and hash tags. I don’t enjoy my space anymore; I find my pictures with the one I love posted and tagged on the internet by friends after a party or tour.
I want the old loving ways, where we can write letters, send flowers, throw stones and go for days without each other. I want the excitement when we see each other, eyes to spark and souls to unite.
I want to talk on the phone for hours without hanging up, I want to write him letters and poems and love quotes and love notes. I want him to mediate on the things I write to him, to feel and relate.
To see how my handwriting changes with my moods. My happy mood, my handwriting is good and legible, my sad mood, my handwriting is unclear.
I want to convey my message clearly and use the correct spelling not the short forms of texts, instagram and twitter. I know he would never take me seriously when I said ‘bae’; he would reach for the dictionary to look for the meaning and not find it, leaving him confused and frustrated,